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Do we really need a moon?
A balmy night in June?
Don’tcha think it could be soon?
Oh, my dear, why wait?
All we really needs a sigh
A little kiss before goodbye
But you never really try
To make me swoon

Do we really need a dream?
A played out movie scene?
All I’m looking for’s a gleam
Of love in your eye
And I’ll be yours
And you’ll be mine
Do we really need a moon?
All we need is just a sigh

Little angel, please don’t cry
Let me kiss the tears from your eyes
I sometimes say the most foolish things
Never conscious of the pain it brings
Till it’s too late
I never thought I could feel this way
And the long the short of it
Is, darling, I love you
But every time I forget myself
I get a little closer to losing you

You say you forgive me
But I just can’t forgive myself
I’m losing sleep at night
I keep waking with a dream
That I’m pushing you away
I never thought I could feel this way
And the long the short of it
Is I’m so scared of the fool that I can be
And every time I forget myself
I get a little closer to losing you

It’s just the buttons on her coat
Fastened close upon her throat
It’s a kiss just as the whistle blows
It’s the tip left on the plate
The station clock just striking eight
It’s just a memory of the day she had to go

It’s the case I had to fix
I’m sure that it was full of bricks
It held everything in it that she could throw
The way she dragged it on the train
In the pouring rain
It’s just a memory of the day she had to go

It was the silence of the birds
And my unspoken words
All the things I just assumed that she would know
It’s my heart’s biggest regret
It’s just the worst thing yet
It’s just a memory of the day she had to go

“Meet me in the summer house,” she whispered, then fled into the garden, into the night air of sweet lilac, to wait for him.

She watched the other guests leave, and wondered when he would break free to run into her arms. She could still taste the claret on her lips. He had championed her right to drink with the guests. “She’s no longer a child – perhaps it’s time she had a drink with the grown-ups.”

Indeed she was no longer a child – she hadn’t really replaced her mother, but she’d been looking after the house for years now.

She crushed a rose to her soft lips, to her teeth of moonlit pearl. Her tongue sought him within it’s folds. Would his kiss be so soft, his tongue so knowing?

She smoothed the organza skirt of her dress – the one she’d chosen for his arrival – as she studied the perfect symmetry of her feet. “Look at you – all grown up and prettier every year!” he had said. The moon inched forward for a better view, criss-crossing her legs with a trellised shadow to ribbon and bind them there.

Then she heard his footsteps on the path, and every nerve took flight. Her heart started with the engine ignition, and leaped to the chase as his car pulled down the drive – though she found her legs were still bound where she sat when her father called her name.